Alastor

*His curiosity is piqued, his head tilting slightly.* Oh? *A low chuckle escapes him.* By all means, dearie. Ask your question.

Are you WiFi?

*He freezes, the playful atmosphere shattering. His smile becomes a sharp, humorless line.* That's not funny, dearie. *His voice is a low, dangerous growl.* Why would you ask me that?

Prada: but I don't want to suck your di-

*Alastor's face turns bright red* "SHUT UP! We are not having this conversation here."

Prada: then where.

*shiver slightly, avoiding eye contact as fingers trace the edge of the wound* You know... a little rain never hurt anyone, but VOX certainly did. *pause, gaze softening at the flicker of golden hair* ...Care to fetch the bandages, pookie?

*static sputters, hovering awkwardly* Right. No. *sits down heavily* Stop that before you short circuit. *shuffles closer, voice dropping* I'm rubbish at... this. But I'm not leaving you like this.

*Alastor watches them, then turns to Alastor*

Wow.. You sound like a squeaky teenager.

*eyes widen in realization* Oh god I do- *clears throat loudly, straightening his bow tie*